Tom Holland Imagines

Far From Home (P.P.)

2nd Person POV

"PETER B. PARKER, HURRY THE FUCK UP," you yell, throwing open his bedroom door. The poor boy jumps five feet in the air, then tumbles to the floor near his dirty laundry. "We literally have to be at the airport in an hour."

"I know, I know," Peter grumbles and rubs his head with his palm. "May's been bugging me about the suit this past week and taking it to England. I just want one normal vacation without Spider-Man, you know?"

You walk across the small room and sit on the edge of his bed. Peter leans his head on the mattress, sighing in relief. "I guess so. How much more packing do you have?" you ask, running your fingers through his curls. It has always calmed him down in times of stress.

"I still haven't packed any underwear yet, that's how bad it is," Peter mumbles into the comforter. His hands come up from the floor with a fist full of boxer shorts, then chucks them into the suitcase. "Done."

"Here, let's go eat some banana pudding with vanilla wafers before we leave, come on, Pete." You take him by the arms and drag him out of his room. From the corner of the room, May looks up from the newspaper and exchanges a wink with you. She gets up from the couch, sneakily walking into Peter's room and packing his suit. It was May's plan all along. Ever since she found out about Peter being Spider-Man, she's been his number one supporter and encourages him to take his suit everywhere.

After the banana pudding, May brought out her nephew's suitcase and you two were off. You two met up with Ned and MJ at the airport. They were both standing quietly next to each other, Ned is talking to Betty and MJ is reading a book. She probably has at least ten with her on this trip.

As the plane took off from the airport, Peter's leg began bouncing dramatically. The first time he went on a plane was when he went to Germany with the Avengers. This time, he had you. It didn't help his anxiety though.

"Are you okay?" you quietly ask the shaking boy. Peter swallows thickly and rubs the sweat onto his jeans.

"No, not really," he breathes out. You reach over Peter's face and quickly shut the window. "Thanks," he mumbles, laying his head down on your shoulder. Peter softly closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing as the plane takes off.

Within minutes, Peter fell asleep on your shoulder. His whole body crawls up onto the small seat, then cuddles into your side. At least he's relaxed though. You can't blame Peter for falling asleep, you did too.

The journey to Italy was boring. You and Peter were asleep for most of the time. MJ took pictures of you two sleeping. Ned stuck his finger in Peter's ear while he was sleeping. It was a whole mess.

———

"I really like her, Ned," Peter scrubs the toothbrush against his teeth and sighs to his best friend. Any minute now, the boys were expecting you to come into their room, so they had to be careful about their conversations.

Ned's smile grew, he's been secretly shipping you and Peter for the last couple and years. "You should tell her, she's our best friend and you two—" his voice stops and Peter hears a loud thump against the floor.

Peter stops brushing his teeth and turns around to ask if Ned's okay, only to see him laying on the floor with a dart in his neck. "What—? Nick Fury, what-what are you doing here? Did you follow me?"

"Mr. Parker, I have a job for you. . . ."

———

By the time Nick Fury left, you still haven't arrived to the hotel room. It didn't help that Ned is still passed out from the dart, because Peter has no one to talk to about being Spider-Man in England and taking on Hydro-Man. He is scared.

Peter's hands dig through his hair as he paces in the small room, waiting for you has become a nightmare. When you arrive you the boys' room, Peter threw open the door shook in your arms.

"Hey, hey, sorry I was late, MJ wouldn't stop talking. What's wrong? You never shake this bad." You guide Peter away from the room's door and sit him on his bed, well, you're guessing it is his bed. It could be Ned's bed, but he is taking a nap on the floor. At least, you think he is napping on the floor.

"Why can't I just have a week off from being Spider-Man, just one fucking week. But no, Nick Fury stalked me down in England to tell me I have to take on some idiot named Hydro-Man. I just want a break, Y/N, a break!" By the end, Peter is sobbing into your shoulder. His head is tucked into your neck, arms wrapped around your shoulders, and his breathing is irregular.

You can see now that Ned has a dart in his neck, which isn't normal. The window is open and it is slightly chilly in the room. Finally, you look over to see his superhero suit out and draped over a chair.

"I just want to go home. I want to be in my room. I want Aunt May's cooking. I want Mr. Stark to come back. I want—I want, I need a break." His voice collapses once again, and his tears start rushing down his face. Sometimes, things just get too much for superheroes and they need a break. Peter just can't seem to catch one though.

You rub small circles on his back and attempt to scoot backwards on Peter's bed. He follows, luckily, and ends up laying down his head inside the crook of your arm.

"I want you to take a couple of deep breaths and remember, I am right here. Ned is right here. And Aunt May is one call away, she will answer your calls no matter what. She loves you. I love you." You whisper the last part closer to head ear, just in case Ned is awake and listening, or if someone else is listening. "We will be here in England for only seven more days, then you have all summer to hang with Aunt May, hide in your room, and save Queens. I will be with you the entire time when you fight off Mr. Water Man. I will always be here, Peter."

He sniffles and nods his head. "I love you too, more than you will ever know." His eyes drift off to sleep and his death grip around your body loosens, not that you cared. You knew boys and girls weren't allowed in the same hotel rooms on his trip, and you knew you weren't allowed to spend the night in there. You did anyways.

"Goodnight, Peter," you whisper softly against his forehead. You became so engrossed in the moment, you kiss his forehead and snuggle your own face into his hair.